This week has been a countdown since Saturday, measured night by night until I see him again. He’s new, I’ve held back from mentioning him here, but Reader, my heart is excited. Continue reading “BoobDay: Counting the Sleeps”
I happened across these images, for which I have no source, no amount of Googling gave me the name of the film they are from, but I loved them … Continue reading “In the Interest of Interest”
She thrust the camera into my hands, it was heavy and older than we were. She lay back playfully, coy as she pulled up her shirt, pert tits wobbling softly. Continue reading “BoobDay: Polaroid”
I have so many things I want to say, all of which are likely the wrong thing to say, so I’ll just say this one: Continue reading “Just You and the Wind”
Here’s a concept we can all chew on: Dominant Women are not sexual vending machines. Continue reading “Dommes Aren’t Sexual Vending Machines”
I’m less than 24 hours out from a date with a new, adorable, submissive man and a deeply anxious feeling is creeping through me. This is the first first date since things began with The Boy, last August. It’s been six months since things ended with him and inside I’m full of fear and reservations, waves of insecurity and failure washing over me. Continue reading “Seeking Shelter”
A new guy I’m talking to opted to turn off his A/C unit in his 32 degrees Celsius apartment so we could talk on the phone. How old fashioned both in manners and the joys of telephony. Once our lines engaged he then charmed me with his extensive knowledge of, and interest in, The 7 Wonders of the World, both modern and ancient. It was actually kind of a turn on.
Continue reading “Comparison is the Thief of Joy”
It’s 9:30 on a Saturday night, I’m in my bed, naked, the perfect temperature. The sun will set soon and my room has that glowy evening light filling up every corner. I’m tired but not sleepy, perfectly comfortable and content and I’m sending naughty pictures to Continue reading “That Golden Light”
It’s one of those days, one of those moods, when my blood feels hot and syrupy in my veins. Continue reading “Feral”
Yesterday’s post ended with
“I’m scared to be too hopeful.”
My hope has been renewed by the handsome young fella I’m meeting up with on Wednesday next week! Continue reading “Sparkle Magic Unicorn Boy”
I said I didn’t want to jinx it, and I still don’t but I’m enjoying the little things with this new guy and I’m allowing myself to get just a little excited. Continue reading “Effort is Sexy”
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet.
“Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief.
“Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face.
“Wow. Well, do you want to?”
“Maybe … You first.” Her eyes stayed on his as his cheeks flushed. Continue reading “Mutual”
You can read Part 1 here.
Relocating is tough. There are so many logistical and emotional elements to consider. I was determined though, that I would fish, in what turned out to be a very small pond, of straight submissive-leaning guys on FetLife in my new area code. Firstly there’s the issue of pure numbers. In general, subby guys are few and far between, add onto that a huge percentage of online profiles being out of date or void of any information or photos. Then you have to subtract the guys who post as submissive but then later on their profiles describe themselves as switches or use the classic line: “I’m a very alpha dominant guy, it just takes the right woman to make me submissive.” Continue reading “Scarred – Part 2”
A lot has changed for me in the last year. It has been a time of self discovery, identity, change, loss and growth. This time last year I was returning home from a short visit with a long distance partner. I came home with an ache in my heart and a heaviness in my mind that I couldn’t shake. Continue reading “Scarred – Part 1”